1 Thou to whom the sick and dying Ever came, nor came in vain, Still with healing word replying To the wearied cry of pain; Hear us, Jesus, as we meet Suppliants at Thy mercy-seat. 2 Still the weary, sick and dying Need a brother's, sister's care, On Thy higher help relying May we now their burden share, Bringing all our offerings meet Suppliants at thy mercy-seat. 3 May each child of Thine be willing, Willing both in hand and heart, All the law of love fulfilling, Comfort ever to impart, Ever bringing offerings meet Suppliant to Thy mercy-seat. 4 So may sickness, sin and sadness To Thy healing virtue yield, Till the sick and sad, in gladness, Rescued, ransomed, cleansèd, healed, One in Thee together meet, Pardoned at thy judgment-seat.